Celia turned to us briefly with a look of horror on her face before tramping to her punishment. Miss Hardcastle looked completely through me as if I ...idn't exist; for although I was touted to be the brightest sixth former, half a decade intellectually in front of my peers, I still wasn't growing by much nor suffering from a surfeit of estrogen turning my teenage mind to mush, though. I only wished the taps that controlled the estrogen were turned more fully up!I mean, I still had what us. I was scared and did not look at her again!While I was going away at the end she called me and told that I had to come on Sunday also as I had an exam. Usually Sunday was a holiday and only I was asked to come. As I was a bit naive in those days I thought I was going to get beat but had I any sense of women thinking back then I would have easily known that she wanted to have sex!So I went back on Sunday morning. I was very scared and hoped that she had forgotten about the incident of me. ?"What the hell was going on?"The older teenager just shrugged and kicked at the multi-coloured leaves at his feet.Greg sat down next to him, feeling the tension between the two.If he hadn't been dreaming last week, then he had seen Paul and another guy take out a bound woman from Paul's house. A woman that had the same shape and long hair as Paul's mother."I wanted to call the cops after what I saw."Paul started to huff, as only chubby boys can, and turned sideways to glare at the young. Charlotta worried about losing control,or being heard by the highway patrol.The spanking stopped and the rulerShe hoped her blistered bottom would get cooler.A good spanking had been dealt.And, it had left at least one purple welt.Each cheek had a red blood stripeonce white this spanking was not hype.Her bottom had a blue bruise or two.With heat in her seat, what was a girl to do?When the sting and burn were gone,it was clear to Charlotta that she longedfor many more hard bare bottom whacks.If.